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Reaching out to take off the glasses on the bridge of Shen Mo's nose and put them aside, Wen Qi leaned over and kissed his eyes, rubbing his lips lightly.

Shen Mo lowered his eyes, and his eyes stopped on the man's white T-shirt. He found that the man's clothes were simple and monochromatic, giving him a clean and handsome appearance.

Reluctantly moving his lips away, he kissed the tip of the young man's nose. Wen Qi has been carefully observing the changes in the expression on the young man's face. Seeing that the other party was always wearing a faint smile, he couldn't help being overjoyed, and touched him with the other hand. His shoulders and fingertips were slightly stiff.

Feeling the slow and light force on his lips, Mo Mo opened his lips slightly.

This action gave Wen Qi a huge surprise. His eyes overflowed with tenderness that could drown people in. His tongue slowly traced the shape of silent lips, and then poked them in. At that moment, the warmth brought to him was unprecedented. intense.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the man was still rubbing against his lips a little bit, soft and itchy, the corner of his mouth moved silently, he held his neck with his hand, stuck out his tongue to wrap it around, and swept around the other's mouth, Then he licked his stiff tongue.

Both of them looked at each other, between their lips and tongue, you chased each other back and forth, they sucked softly again and again and then let go, the wet and greasy tone gradually became clearer, the already scorching hot temperature became more scorching, and the unbearable flames blazed in the body Walk.

The gentle and lingering kiss lasted for a long time, and when the lips of the two slowly pulled apart, a long silver line was pulled out, ambiguous and infatuated, the breath became unstable, and the eyes that looked at each other shone with light.

Lingeringly licked his slightly red and swollen lips from being kissed, stretched out his hand to hug Shen Mo, Wen Qi stepped into his bedroom, put him on the bed, and then lay down himself, with his arms crossed across, hugging him tightly.

silence:……

This is the first time that the two slept on the same bed. The pure and unbelievably pure afternoon nap ended after more than an hour. The silence was awakened by the hot and humid breath blowing past his ears. He turned his head slightly and saw the man for a moment. Staring at him for a moment.

Shen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and at some point the foot on Wen Qi's lap was not taken off, his posture was quite ambiguous, he did not move, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Wen Qi kissed him on the forehead before sitting up, scratching his hair and asking with a smile.

Silence's eyes flickered, this man's reason and perseverance were beyond his expectation.

"I still want to eat fried noodles."

"Okay." After Wen Qi finished speaking, he got out of bed and walked out of the room. When he came back, he held silent slippers in his hand, leaned over and pulled him up, and said softly, "Enough nap, go to sleep again, head You should be dizzy, go to the supermarket with me."

Mo Mo's eyes twitched, and she stepped on her slippers and went out with Wen Qi.

There are a lot of people going to the supermarket at any time, and the end of the year is approaching. In the middle, the most conspicuous are the New Year's goods in various packages. On both sides are rows of roasted seeds and nuts, and the waiters on the side are enthusiastically introducing them.

"What do you want to eat?" Wen Qi pushed the cart there, picked up a bag of pistachios, put it down again, and replaced it with egg yolk cakes. He remembered that young people especially like egg yolks.

Sure enough, a faint voice sounded in his ear, "That's it."

They took another bag of almonds and a bag of walnuts, and the two pushed the cart inside.

Shen Mo pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at the two girls who had followed them for a while, pursed his lips, said something to Wen Qi, and then turned to the other side.

Almost silently, as soon as he left, one of the two girls walked up to Wen Qi, looked straight at him, and shyly stated his reason for coming.

It's nothing more than a way to strike up a conversation by borrowing a mobile phone to make a phone call.

Wen Qi's life experience is not as rich as Mo Mo's, but there is no doubt in terms of IQ. He connected Mo Mo's sudden departure with the scene in front of him, especially the things in the girls' eyes. thing.

"Sorry, my phone is on my lover."

The sweet smile on the girl's face froze, and she walked away awkwardly.

Pushing the shopping cart to find the boy, he saw that he was flipping through pens and notebooks, and put everything he liked into the car without saying a word.

After choosing all the things he wanted to buy and satisfying the man's behavior, he curled his lips in silence, "What do you think I am doing?"

"Xiao Bei, you've changed." Wen Qi sighed, his deep voice was full of relief and a touch of pity, "You are more human than the first time I saw you. It's funny."

Shen Mo raised his eyebrows lightly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, didn't speak, just smiled at Wen Qi, the smile without any impurities fascinated Wen Qi.

Two people live together, no matter how tacit understanding is, they are two independent bodies, and occasionally there will be a little friction. When I wake up in the morning and brush my teeth, I see that the toothpaste is not squeezed from the bottom to the top. pray.

Putting down the razor in his hand, wiped off the white foam on his face, looked at the boy with a disheveled hair in front of him, and listened to his stern questioning, Wen Qi smiled wryly, and pointed to the toilet paper on the toilet, " Who always forgets to put the toilet paper away before taking a shower and gets wet?"

Shen Mo's face was sullen, and his momentum remained undiminished, "Then who put coffee on my book?"

When this matter was mentioned, the air on his face became even heavier. That book was the longest one he had read, but when the man took it to read, he accidentally spilled his coffee. It was the page he would turn every time. .

Wen Qiqing coughed, embarrassed and guilty, he was sleepy that time, God knows how long he blamed himself for this matter, it was bad luck, the book went to several bookstores but couldn't buy it.

The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Mo Mo didn't wear glasses, but they could see Wen Qi's frowning brows clearly.

After turning on the faucet and washing his face, Wen Qi's voice weakened, mixed with a smile, "Who smashed the pot in the kitchen yesterday?"

Mo Mo's face darkened, and he pursed his lips, "That was an accident."

The corner of Wen Qi's mouth twitched slightly. He had heard this sentence no less than ten times, and every time the young man put on a calm face and forced himself to make excuses.

With a doting smile, Wen Qi stroked his hair, "I was wrong."

Shen Mo hummed, squeezed out toothpaste and brushed his teeth with the corners of his eyes hanging down, and there were some fluctuations in his eyes.

Wen Qi on the side looked at the young man's calm face, and the affection in his eyes could be seen at a glance. He cherished this kind of ordinary life, and liked the young man's bickering with him, which would make him feel real.

Shen Mo raised his head after washing his face, Wen Qi wet the towel, raised his chin with one hand, and wiped off the water on his face with the towel in the other hand.

After the quarrel is over, everything is gone. This is the agreement between Shen Mo and Wen Qi, and it is also a coincident idea. No matter how big the matter is, or how big the disagreement is, don't get involved with feelings.

Wen Qi took care of all the housework, and the clothes Shen Mo took out of after taking a bath every day would be washed and dried on the balcony the next day, and when he wore them again, he would find them neatly folded and put in the closet.

On the day of Xiaonian, Wen Qi got up very early, took Shen Mo out for a run and came back, he got busy again and cooked a table of dishes.

Shen Mo heard him standing on the balcony and making a phone call, but didn't ask.

As usual, the two sat on the balcony after dinner and chatted for a while, busy with their own affairs. At ten o'clock in the evening, Wen Qi left for the stage.

The wind and rain outside the window hit the glass, splashed a little water droplets, and made a crisp sound. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed, and there was a bang, and the potted plants on the window sill shook slightly.

He was silent and did not sleep, sitting in front of the computer, typing ten fingers on the keyboard quickly. He received a notice from the editor this morning, saying that this article is going to be V now, and he needs to prepare a manuscript of [-] words. Two chapters were released, so he wanted to write a little bit before Wen Qi came back from work.

The voice on the radio is still playing, today is New Year's Eve, the audience is extremely enthusiastic, and the group is the same, everyone is advocating each other lively, and they are rushing to dial the hotline, hoping to talk to their favorite host, Best wishes.

Just as I cleared up the trivial matters at home for a listener, another hotline came in: Mr. Wen, I grew up listening to your program, I like you very much, and our whole family also loves to listen to your program.

Soon, a deep and gentle voice sounded: Thank you.

Audience: Teacher Wen, that's it. I was going to confess my love to my crush for two years, but I'm afraid of being rejected. Is there anything I can do?

Leaning back, leaning on the back of the chair, Wen Qi faced the microphone and chuckled: dare to take the first step. I also encountered a similar problem not long ago. Many people are curious about my current situation. I want to say, I am very happy, and fortunate that I said it myself.

Now, Shen Mo just finished writing the last paragraph, he moved his shoulders, took a sip of water, got up and walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked at the blurred night in the rain.

The comfortable violin music on the radio on the table stopped, and a stuttering listener came in: Wen...Wen...Mr. Wen, I...I quarreled...with...with...my mother...argued, I...I... I killed...killed my mother...

Wen Qi, who was originally relaxed, raised his eyebrows, and in his ears was the voice of brother Zeng, the director. Through the glass wall, he gestured to Miao Miao, and when he was about to cut off this hotline, he heard the hard-working voice of the audience: ... a parrot...a parrot.

At this moment, countless audience members, including the staff in the stage and Shen Mo, couldn't help but twitched their lips.

Next, Wen Qi patiently communicated with the audience. The contagious voice can wander into everyone's heart in the silent night, and how many people are used to falling asleep listening to this voice...

As usual, Wen Qi came back from get off work, went to Shen Mo's room after cleaning up, checked whether the windows were closed, and then leaned over and kissed Shen Mo's hair. Before he could move, his hand was held.

The warm hand dispelled the tiredness on his body, Wen Qi's breathing was slightly disordered, he lifted the quilt, lay down next to Shen Mo, and held him in his arms.

In the darkness, everything was magnified countless times, the man's chaotic heartbeat crashed into his eardrums, silently moved his eyelids, and turned to face him.

"Your heart beats so fast."

Wen Qi rolled his throat and kissed his cheek.

"Would you like to go home with me?" Wen Qi looked at him, brushing away the hair on Shen Mo's forehead, "I want to introduce you to them."

Pursing his lips, he said silently, "Okay."

Wen Qi smiled happily, with pure love in his eyes, and dropped a kiss on Shen Mo's forehead, the gentle kiss moved down, from the center of his eyebrows, eyes, nose tip, and finally to his lips.

The lips rubbed against each other slowly, not knowing who would let go of their defenses first, and who would get wrapped up first, they tilted their heads tacitly, giving each other the most comfortable space.

Love gradually became stronger and heavier.

The heavy rain outside the window didn't stop, the room was warm and quiet, and there was a heat wave in the bed.

The wet and greasy tone evoked by the entanglement of lips and tongue is dyed with lust that makes people imagine, and can completely release the imprisoned desire in the heart, turning the world upside down.

Wen Qi put his hand into Shen Mo's clothes, and slowly stroked his back. The delicate and smooth under the palm made him caress back and forth, and the breath he exhaled had already become thick. But without losing strength, he absorbed the warmth touched by the tip of his tongue.

The hot object under the body is hard, and it is basically useless through a thin layer of clothing. You can almost feel the hardness brought by it every time it shakes, silently expressing the direct and straightforward desire.

His breathing was blocked by the other party without leaving a gap, and a faint flush appeared on Shen Mo's face. He raised his leg and put it on Wen Qi's body, and then rolled over.